An Intrinsic Exquisite
the built in
capabilities are enormous and the lives are so small
the whole of life like women's shoes, painful, tight, get fucked...
or slippers -
nothing sane and sexy anywhere, just a barren universe filled with eunuchs their overstuffed balls filled with gunpowder
where do venomous creatures come from?
where does the world get off becoming mingy when it really could be cool?
and, when it starts to feel really, really good - smooth and effervescent - and the men retreat to pain, what is with that?
if it was merely a case of indifference, maybe she could drink it light
it was not a question of neutrality
this was a case of incompatible goals and values
she did not wish to participate in anyone's self-aggrandizement, hers
or anyone else's
but not, as the self help books so self righteously proclaimed, an issue of his versus her power - rather it was an issue of raw power
that is, what is power? actually, really
was it power as comparative mechanisms for social status as in more money,
more control, more lovers, more devotees, fancier titles?
she always rooted for number two and he was for number one.
and, as she became more and more adept at #2
she was looking for a man who could admire the technique, someone with whom she could stand, side by Sondheimian side, to view the world as parallel processors
this was the ecstasy she was seeking
do you think she was asking too much?